Who’s who

Our mansion

This month the white and the Dutch population of Morwa metropolis ‘our side of the railroad’ tripled. December 1st George moved in, and two days later we followed. Rumour has it that there are at least two whites at ‘the other side’, but this railroad seems to be like the Berlin Wall, so our side don’t know them.
If you enter our side and ask anyone for the Dutchman, people will direct you to Hille. He worked as a teacher all over Botswana and now owns Sunset Bar. Ask for the white man next to the graveyard and you’ll find LJ hailing from Michigan in the US, who is retiring in Morwa from his building company and carpentry workshop. That leaves the white man on the hill, our neighbour Jeff from Minnesota.
In other words: Morwa is a village without street-names or plot-numbers. People find you by your distinctive features. Around our plot for instance live the blind man who used to be a teacher, the old lady who’s plot everyone wants, and the man who works in Orapa.
We’re curious what our distinctive feature will be. The shopping bag, as our Nissan is called in Botswana, the bald white man, the woman who doesn’t allow catapulting at birds, or the empty fishpond?